first world problems

I really, really love how I make money. I've got a job that lets me earn a wage in the middle of the night, in my pajamas, in my own home that does not require me to suck random Craigslist dick or operate a pirate radio station. That being said, my life has changed considerably and that's making problems.

It used to be that someone would say, "I know you have material, write something about [mutual masturbation/ball gags/threesomes] and get it to me by tomorrow!" and that was no problem because well, I do know about mutual masturbation, ball gags and threesomes. The issue is that The Boy doesn't.

I got a great one. Fantastic, really, because he is so sweet and while sweet suits me, it doesn't really suit my livelihood. I don't fancy keeping secrets, but I also don't want to throw all of that in his face. For me, remembering the things I need to write about is like watching a video of someone else's life. For him, it's like I invited my old boyfriends into our bedroom (or our shower or our living room floor or on his mother's Shabbos table).

See, even that I shouldn't have said, but not saying things like that doesn't make good reading and that doesn't make good money. To keep my cute boy safe, I have been turning down jobs right and left and stopped playing with this blog all together, but that makes almost as many problems as the alternative. So what to do? Maybe it's time to start working as a lawyer or accountant or some other innocuous occupation. Anyone hiring?

Round Two

So a lot has happened in the past year -- not just with me, but with J-bloggers all over, I think. Material Maidel went through some internal struggle -- her blog was down. Jacob da Jew peaced out almost when I did -- not very many updates there. Frum Punk is pretty much M.I.A., other people got married, had babies, blah blah. The whole train was just running out of steam.

So for a while, I decided to take a break. I had exorcised all my Jewish ex-boyfriend demons and I had real-life shit to handle. I was done.

Funny thing, though, because although I had decided I was done with the crazies, they weren't entirely finished with me. There are still men calling/texting/writing me left and right. Add to that my sex-starved coworkers, and I think we've got enough material for a few more months, at least.

But things are different now -- no escaping that. For the first time ever, I am in a serious relationship with a man who knows about my job and really, really, really dislikes bits of it. So, clearly, some (read:most) stories will be tough, but I think the one about the guy who sends me little collages of him jerking off over my old posts is quite shareable, don't you?

Let's see how this turns out....